Every time I have gone to Charleston this year, I think "these are the last of the camellias. Sigh!" And then when we return, the camellias are still hanging on.
See how it's just a bit dark on the edges, just a bit "turned?" They're on their way out, I just know it! But Annie found this perfect and oh-so-tiny bloom. My father's garden boasts a wide variety of camellias, from creamy whites to deep pinks, including some fascinating twists (ruffled-petals, double petals, double-color!).
They're all so beautiful.
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